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He scowled down at her, bringing his face so close to hers she felt the warm air of his breath brush against her face. “For now.” Then he stormed off, slamming his bedroom door behind him.
She shrugged and shut her own door. Things would be tense over the next few days, but soon they would be back in Jovanbar and she could keep her distance for good. These trips had shown her what a good businessman he was. His instincts were sharp, his plans were solid and the deals he’d struck recently should prove to the Sheikh that Zadir was ready to lead the company into the next generation.
And out of my life for good.
* * *
Italy was a mess. The first night in Florence, Shala had skipped dinner with him and accompanied him to cocktails and dessert with a candy maker he wanted to make items for The Crown Jewel gift stores. Her cocktails were to die for, and many of her candies contained various liqueurs. Shala asked plenty of questions and offered effusive praise to the plump young woman. It killed him to see her bright smile turned on someone else. Hell he would have liked to even have a frown aimed his way, but she never spared him a glance
The next day they visited several different artisans all over the countryside. Each would provide their wares—cheese, tapenade, preserves and jewelry—on a trial basis. If Zadir was pleased they would receive five year contracts, which would change the lives of each artist for the better. Shala was pretty much silent every single moment they were alone. The drive in the back of the Town Car made things even more awkward, especially when she moved to the row of seats directly behind the driver.
“You can’t even sit next to me now?” His tone was incredulous but she’d just looked at him with clear brown eyes.
“Sure I can, I just need the room beside me for files. Not every decision I make has to do with you.”
“Fine.” And on it went. Zadir tried to make conversation with her but at every turn he was met with her stony silence. He gave up and they rode in silence until it killed him and he tried again. The entire day had been an exercise in frustration, so much so that he’d been happy to escape to his room the moment they’d entered the suite.
He wasn’t sure if she’d even eaten dinner that night because she hadn’t left her bedroom again until the next morning. Zadir couldn’t fathom that she was as upset as she was because he hadn’t come back to bed. Sure, it was a dick move, but he’d been kind and gentle in the moment. Didn’t that count for anything?
Today he was done worrying about Shala and whatever drama she was attempting to manufacture. He planned to have a little bit of fun and enjoy the fact that his time away from home had been so successful. He’d spent his morning outlining his plans for the new resorts and the solar company, so he would have a cohesive plan to present to his father. Or Sima, he conceded, if his father was still unconvinced.
After work was done, it was time to play. He made his way to the beach and within a few hours, his suite had become a giant party. There were pretty girls everywhere, wearing nothing but tiny bikinis and welcoming smiles. The music pumped and vibrated throughout the entire suite, which was warm thanks to the crush of hard bodies pushing the place to capacity.
He sat in a lounge on the balcony, dark brown frames hid his eyes and thoughts from curious eyes. The master of all he surveyed, the party provided him with no real relief from his tumultuous emotions. His gaze tracked the movements at the door, waiting for Shala to return to the suite. To talk to him, to anything, to react. The party had been going for hours and hours and Shala was nowhere to be found.
“Hey, this shindig yours?”
Zadir looked up at a stacked blonde with legs so long every man in the place was imagining how it would feel to have them wrapped around his waist as he thrust into that tight little body. He put on his sexiest, most charming smile. “You’re American. I love American women.”
Blondie stood with one leg on each side of his lounge chair and sat on his lap, rocking her hips back and forth against his hardening dick. “Well I’m from Minnesota, I’m as American as they come.” Her arms were casually slung over his shoulders in an almost intimate embrace.
Zadir’s hands rested on her hips, stroking up and down her thighs as her hips moved in small circles until his body responded. “What can I do for you?”
“You can do me, that’s what you can do.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “It would be even hotter if you do me right here.” Her hand disappeared behind her barely there white bikini bottom and the soft gasp told Zadir exactly what she was doing.
He stood with a growl and yanked her up behind him. He didn’t stop walking until they were both on the other side of his bedroom door. Blondie kissed his mouth, his neck, and down his chest as she pushed his shirt up. She stopped at his waist and smiled up at him, before yanking his shorts down and gripping his erection in her hands. He growled and twined his fingers into her hair when her lips sucked him into her mouth and down her throat. “Ah,” he groaned as his hips began to move in slow tight thrusts. His head was thrown back and an image came to him, of Shala on her knees before him, taking him in her mouth. It was so good until those brown eyes began to drip with tears. “Shit,” he grunted and pulled her head away. “Shit!” He stepped away, panting and angry that his dick had just checked out of the festivities.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
Her cooing voice was just icing on the cake. “I’m sorry, I’m just not into this,” he gestured to his no longer hard dick. “I’m really sorry, it’s just,” he didn’t know how to explain it or why he wanted to explain to a complete stranger.
“Another woman,” she asked with a smile.
She didn’t seem to be angry, almost amused. “How did you know?”
She took his hands and let him pull her up so she could straighten her bikini. “You’re hot and I know I’m hot. There are only two reasons a guy can’t perform. He’s gay and you’re not, or he’s in love with someone else.”
Zadir frowned and stepped away from her until he hit the wall. “Who said anything about love?” No way was he in love with her. He couldn’t be, he didn’t have time for love right now.
“Love waits for no one,” she mused with a knowing smile.
He must’ve said that aloud. “No, you’re wrong. I like her, sure but I don’t love her.”
Blondie stood and patted his chest. “I hope you figure it out before you lose her. Good luck.” She walked out of his bedroom and he followed her, hands on her shoulders.
“Thank you,” he said and kissed her cheek. Watching her walk away, he instantly felt the skin on the back of his neck prickle and he turned just in time to see Shala look at him and then away, before ducking into her room.
Shit.
